Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Before I can grab my panties and jeans, the doorbell rings. I go to look at the ring cam, and to my surprise, Ronan is standing on my stoop with a bouquet of roses. I smile and race for the front door.
Tearing the door open, I jump into his arms and kiss all over his face. I didn’t realize how much I’ve been missing him. He walks us back into the house and closes the door.
“Aye, it’s good to see ya too, but I’m still furious with ya.”
He places me down on my feet and takes a step back. He’s staring at me with his brows knit. I remember my new haircut and reach to run my hand over my hair.
“You hate it?” I ask and bite my lip.
“No, yer beautiful. I’m in shock. What happened? What’s going on?”
“Bujar made good on his threats. There were photos of me floating around. The change made sense.
“I’ve neutralized the problem for now, but I don’t know if somehow he was successful in getting my face out there. I’m covering my ass.” I shrug.
“I could have helped ya with that. Ya didn’t have to run off and nearly give me a heart attack.”
“I know and I’m sorry. I realized that after I was already gone.”
“Danika, I need ya to talk to me. No more secrets. I’m yer partner, not an afterthought.
“I have no desire to change who ya are, but I won’t sit back while ya run off into God knows what.”
“Oh, babe. You were worried about me? I’m sorry and promise to talk to you from now on. Speaking of which, you might want to have a seat. A lot has happened since I’ve been back.”
Ronan
I love Danika’s new hair. I wasn’t expecting her to cut off her locs, but this new look suits her. She’s even covered her lashes with dark mascara, so now they’re more pronounced. With the shorter cut, her neck is on full display.
If I had any complaints, it would be the color. The low fade and close curls on top are cute, but I already miss her red locs. However, I understand the reason for the change.
She’s still beautiful and sexy as fuck. I almost forgot how angry I was with her when I saw her in my dress shirt. However, I was still pissed from the message I received when I finally landed.
Tadhg informed me that Danny had left the house and gone to the hospital. I lost it until I called him back and he let me know it was one of her men she was there for. Now listening to her tell me what happened to this Lyric, I’m wondering if she sees this could be a problem or if I’m just being overprotective when it comes to her.
“Do ya want my guys to look into the street cams? If this was a targeted hit, they would be able to get ya more information,” I offer as we sit on the couch talking.
Her silky legs are in my lap and I’ve had my palm on her thigh. I need to feel her. I need to know she’s safe. I was drowning in my past while trying to get back here to her.
“I have someone on it. LaSalle insists on looking into it as well. This fucks up our plans. Lyric needs to sit in at the roundtable for me,” she says.
“Why is that?”
“The letter. Uncle Freddie made it clear that I’m not to reveal myself at this meeting. It should be my right hand.”
“Do ya mind if I read this letter? Do ya still have it?”
She pulls her legs from my lap and stands. I can see through the dress shirt, her nipples are pressed against the fabric. I take her hand as she holds it out.
“Come with me. It’s in my bedroom.”
We walk into her bedroom, and she goes over to a chest of drawers. Reaching into a drawer, she pulls out what looks to be a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, then hands them to me. I give her an amused questioning look.
A mischievous smile comes to her lips. “I might have taken a few of your shirts and a pair or two of your sweats. I don’t sleep well without you anymore. You’re staying, right?”
“Aye, if this is where you want to be.”
“Cool, while you’re changing, I’ll get the letter.”
Her stomach growls as she turns to walk away. I reach for her wrist and stop her. She looks back over her shoulder at me. Once again, I’m hit with how gorgeous this new look is on her.
“When was the last time ya ate something?”
“I had a bagel this morning while at the hospital.”
“Ach, love. What do ya have here? I’ll cook ya something to eat.”
She shrugs. “I haven’t a clue. I’m always at your place. I’ve been eating takeout when I’m home.”